There's been too much of me lately. Either I'm sorely out of practice being public or else I'm just generally unfriendly due to the fact that my hair is unkempt, my office is a sty and the mildew growing in the shower is braiding its way around my toes.
I've taken to walking around my neighborhood - getting a little lost, which is easy to do. I crossed paths with a rabbit a few days ago and we had a nervous chat. A "hello, no! don't run!" sort of chat. To which the rabbit replied, "ok. I'll give you 30 seconds. But that's all I have time for today." So I kept him company for that time, not caring at all that I was standing in a stranger's garden.
Sometimes the nerves rumble inside of me. They shoot electricity with a voltage that sends me scampering for the covers - the only extinguisher of time and space that I can conjure.
Maybe because it's summer, but time isn't my friend right now. Nothing feels real or connected. I sleep too much. I dream too little. I break things out of carelessness. And I can't.quite.grasp...anything.
Including Silence.
xo
T.
